The Power and Glory of Myrth is a gargantuan, efficient nation, ruled by Stavros Djubric with an iron fist, and renowned for its ubiquitous missile silos, keen interest in outer space, and strictly enforced bedtime. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless population of 30.29 billion Myrthians are rabid consumers, partly through choice and partly because the government tells them to and dissenters tend to vanish from their homes at night.

The minute, corrupt, pro-business government, or what there is of one, is effectively ruled by the Department of Defense, with Environment and Social Policy not funded at all. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Myrantos. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Myrthian economy, worth an astonishing 22,364 trillion Myrthan Souls a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with major contributions from Information Technology, Uranium Mining, and Automobile Manufacturing. Average income is a breathtaking 738,352 Myrthan Souls, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 4,780,238 per year while the poor average 45,713, a ratio of 104 to 1.

The tenet of free speech is held dear, advertisers scramble to sponsor the broadcast of Stavros Djubric's most personal functions, East Lebatuck tests its moon rovers in the barren wasteland of rural Myrth, and global anti-terrorist organisations strongly suspect Myrth of supplying extremist groups. Crime, especially youth-related, is all-pervasive, with the police force struggling against a lack of funding and a high mortality rate. Myrth's national animal is the black dragon, which is also the nation's favorite main course.